Thanks for the memories
Regular readers of this site may have caught on by now that I'm not a big fan of suburbia, and few things symbolize suburbia better than shopping malls. I hate malls. But there is one that holds a cherished place in my heart: Greengate Mall, which, before it was demolished, used to sit along Route 30 west of Greensburg in Westmoreland County.
When I was little, my grandparents used to take me out to lunch and shopping at Greengate, where they would invariably spoil me, as grandparents are supposed to do, by buying me toys. For years after my grandfather died, my grandmother and I continued to shop there together, taking a bus from her house on Madison Avenue in Greensburg. (She never learned how to drive.) Like the mall, Grandma, too, is now gone.
Those of you who shopped at Greengate I'm sure will recall that one of its largest stores was a G.C. Murphy. That store seemed to have everything. I would wander up and down its aisles--paying particular attention, of course, to the toys--amazed at the sheer amount of, well, stuff. Every trip to Greengate with Grandma included a trip to Murphy's. Compared to today's behomeths like Wal-Mart (which will soon rise from the rubble of Greengate, I'm sad to say) that particular Murphy's was lilliputian. But to a 5-year-old, it seemed like one of the biggest places on Earth. The G.C. Murphy chain is long gone, but not forgetten, and if you have your own memories of the store, you can share them here.